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FORESEEN SENSE


PTSD might have my back, in the sense that it seems to matter not what I do if it's most loving and the way I see, it's the eartH that brings us to the fight as I toddle along in my quest, which is questionable at best and in need of a look-see, embrace that which indeed makes sense and proceed from there. This, my belief, is up to you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you nd you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you, but its the-

Sorry! Didn't work out the way you had foreseen? Embrace forgiveness and Love...

From this point forward I will be writing a play for anyone that finds it righteous! Rejoicing in the Me I was born to be! We all play a vital role in our return, not our outcome, that's just a silly word to distract you from the now! Boom boom it is now, rat a tat tat, listen for the truth in that...

i'll never write those words you give me while you grin, as if Love is all you've imagined we felt down there all by ourselves!

(But you were not alone. It's the payoff, mind you, that brings you to forget anything but Love's fullness!

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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